him most was what an adept student Kristen had become after one lesson. She was remembering very well how to kiss, and instead of him having control of the situation, it began to slip away as he drowned in a sea of pleasure.
Kristen liked this kissing stuff, and she knew she liked the way Trevor held her. It was amazing how fast he could drain the resistance she should be displaying. Instead, she felt a need and wanting for something else deep inside her. She felt dizzy and opened her mouth to say so, but the words never came out because Trevor seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He filled her mouth at the same time his hands slid toward her breasts.
Kristen's heart pounded against her chest as he robbed her of all the reasons that she shouldn't be in his arms. When he touched her breast, she gave a startled whimper, but he was such an expert, her small protest was soon forgotten and replaced with liquid warmth that spilled over her body, making her feel as if she were on fire.
A loud knock sounded on the door, and they broke apart quickly as Frederick, the butler, and another gentleman Kristen had never seen entered the room. She quickly moved away from Trevor.
"Begging your pardon, your grace, but--"
"Frederick. You can't announce me when I'm already in the room." A tall gentleman with reddish hair and light green eyes commented, grinning at the ruffled butler.
"Sir, you are entirely improper."
"Yes, my man, I know." The gentleman patted the butler's shoulder, then turned to face Trevor. "What's this I hear about your taking the plunge?"
"It's good to see you, too, Rodney," Trevor said wryly and extended his hand to the Marquess of Middleton.
"That's all you have to say?" The man shook Trevor's extended hand, but his eyes were on Kristen. "And who, pray tell, is this lovely creature hiding behind you? Don't tell me she's the one that has everybody chattering about The Duke of Chatsworth."
"So word has gotten out, I see."
"What are people saying about me?" Kristen asked.
"My God, man." Rodney threw his hands up to his face in mock shock. "She's a Scot!"
Kristen let her exasperation show. "Does everyone ye know have the same problem with my heritage?"
Rodney held up a hand in defense. "Not me. But Trevor now, that's an entirely different story."
"The same thing I've told him ," Kristen burst out, "but the mon is extremely hardheaded."
"Perhaps I should introduce my fiancée before you two start carrying on the conversation without me," Trevor said. "Rodney Norman Brownwell, Marquess of Middleton. I'd like you to meet Kristen Johnstone."
"Johnstone?" Rodney's eyes widened. He glanced at Trevor before turning back to Kristen. "Lovely lady, you have accomplished the inexplicable." Rodney gave her an exaggerated bow. "You have somehow taken the most notorious rake in all of London out of circulation and seemingly managed to do it overnight."
Kristen liked this man. At least this one smiled. Something she'd not seen Trevor do a lot. Trevor was far too serious. Rodney had the most unusual auburn hair and light green eyes, and he was very good looking. Nearly as handsome as Trevor.
"Ye might say we struck a bargain that neither of us could refuse." She smiled at Rodney. "If ye'll excuse me, I need tae go change. I've somehow managed tae tear my dress."
"By all means. But I do expect a promise to dance with me at the Cranford bash."
She looked at Trevor before leaving the room. "Are we going?"
Rodney answered first. "Of course you are."
After Kristen had taken her leave, Rodney asked Trevor, "I noticed her cheek was red and swollen. Did she have an accident?"
"You might say that." Trevor looked at his friend. "Where did you hear my good news?"
"I heard it from my current lady love. She said Lady Eleanor saw you coming into a dress shop. And you know the gossip that woman can spread."
"Afraid I do. I guess I better write Grandmere so she doesn't hear it from anyone else. I also need for
Kristen liked this kissing stuff, and she knew she liked the way Trevor held her. It was amazing how fast he could drain the resistance she should be displaying. Instead, she felt a need and wanting for something else deep inside her. She felt dizzy and opened her mouth to say so, but the words never came out because Trevor seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He filled her mouth at the same time his hands slid toward her breasts.
Kristen's heart pounded against her chest as he robbed her of all the reasons that she shouldn't be in his arms. When he touched her breast, she gave a startled whimper, but he was such an expert, her small protest was soon forgotten and replaced with liquid warmth that spilled over her body, making her feel as if she were on fire.
A loud knock sounded on the door, and they broke apart quickly as Frederick, the butler, and another gentleman Kristen had never seen entered the room. She quickly moved away from Trevor.
"Begging your pardon, your grace, but--"
"Frederick. You can't announce me when I'm already in the room." A tall gentleman with reddish hair and light green eyes commented, grinning at the ruffled butler.
"Sir, you are entirely improper."
"Yes, my man, I know." The gentleman patted the butler's shoulder, then turned to face Trevor. "What's this I hear about your taking the plunge?"
"It's good to see you, too, Rodney," Trevor said wryly and extended his hand to the Marquess of Middleton.
"That's all you have to say?" The man shook Trevor's extended hand, but his eyes were on Kristen. "And who, pray tell, is this lovely creature hiding behind you? Don't tell me she's the one that has everybody chattering about The Duke of Chatsworth."
"So word has gotten out, I see."
"What are people saying about me?" Kristen asked.
"My God, man." Rodney threw his hands up to his face in mock shock. "She's a Scot!"
Kristen let her exasperation show. "Does everyone ye know have the same problem with my heritage?"
Rodney held up a hand in defense. "Not me. But Trevor now, that's an entirely different story."
"The same thing I've told him ," Kristen burst out, "but the mon is extremely hardheaded."
"Perhaps I should introduce my fiancée before you two start carrying on the conversation without me," Trevor said. "Rodney Norman Brownwell, Marquess of Middleton. I'd like you to meet Kristen Johnstone."
"Johnstone?" Rodney's eyes widened. He glanced at Trevor before turning back to Kristen. "Lovely lady, you have accomplished the inexplicable." Rodney gave her an exaggerated bow. "You have somehow taken the most notorious rake in all of London out of circulation and seemingly managed to do it overnight."
Kristen liked this man. At least this one smiled. Something she'd not seen Trevor do a lot. Trevor was far too serious. Rodney had the most unusual auburn hair and light green eyes, and he was very good looking. Nearly as handsome as Trevor.
"Ye might say we struck a bargain that neither of us could refuse." She smiled at Rodney. "If ye'll excuse me, I need tae go change. I've somehow managed tae tear my dress."
"By all means. But I do expect a promise to dance with me at the Cranford bash."
She looked at Trevor before leaving the room. "Are we going?"
Rodney answered first. "Of course you are."
After Kristen had taken her leave, Rodney asked Trevor, "I noticed her cheek was red and swollen. Did she have an accident?"
"You might say that." Trevor looked at his friend. "Where did you hear my good news?"
"I heard it from my current lady love. She said Lady Eleanor saw you coming into a dress shop. And you know the gossip that woman can spread."
"Afraid I do. I guess I better write Grandmere so she doesn't hear it from anyone else. I also need for
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